As soon as Rabbit was out of sight, Pooh remembered that he had forgotten to ask who Small was, and whether he was the sort of friend-and-relation who settled on one's nose, or the sort who got trodden on by mistake, and as it was Too Late Now, he thought he would begin the Hunt by looking for Piglet, and asking him what they were looking for before he looked for it.
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could ,To where it bent in the underg-rowth; ,,,, Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there ,Had worn them really about the same, ,,,,,, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.
